The laziest weekend ever…
I have a problem with lazy weekends. While it stands to reason that I’d probably do more blog-like things with my time off… I end up doing absolutely nothing instead. Which is ridiculous, because I just KNOW that the hour before my project proposal draft is due, I’ll get this sudden brainwave of a post. Lame.
Anyway, here’s my lazy Saturday cop-out, with the promise that tomorrow I will FORCE myself to put something out. I swear. More than one if I can manage it.
It was garbage, but it had been cooked by an expert. Oh, yes. You had to admire the way perfectly innocent words were mugged, ravished, stripped of all true meaning and decency and then sent to walk the gutter for Reacher Gilt, although ‘synergistically’ had probably been a whore from the start.
— Terry Pratchett, Going Postal